This morning, I got a Fed-Ex package I didn’t want to receive:  a return of the letters I sent to the boys’ foster mom in Guate.  She’s moved and they can’t find her. 

So she doesn’t know we’re coming.  And the boys REALLY want to see her while we’re there.  But I don’t know where she is.

Then, at around 2:00, I got word that the airline we booked to get there is no longer flying.

So I’ve spent the evening looking for good rates with other airlines, rather than getting anything else accomplished.

For a trip that looks like – while it’ll be great site-seeing – will not include the #1 most important thing to the twins: seeing Xiomara again.

Really?

Well, yes, just like every other mom-blogger out there, not only did I take my kids’ pictures bright and early this morning, but I also have a sharing platform.  So because I know all the words have already been said at several thousand other web addresses, no more from me.  Happy 1st Day to the rest of you!

(Yeah, they just walked back inside and sat down.  Guess that’s a little anti-climactic, huh?)

It turns out it was a wise idea for me to get a little time away on my own birthday because the twins’ birthday managed to become a “Happy 6th!” extravaganza that encompassed the whole following week!

Birthday Dinner at Pachanga Cocina Mexicana

We redeemed their free birthday meals at Pachanga the Sunday before their birthday.  Sorry for the grainy pictures; I only had my cell phone camera.

Yes, the icecream dessert is about the size of José’s head:

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Because it’s my birthday (and mostly because I’m going to be at Delta Faucet headquarters  representing One Project Closer all day and night), gonna take the day off here.  But if you read last Tuesday’s Tiny Talk, you can do the math and figure out my ancientness. 

Happy Wednesday readers!

So lest I seem too predictable in my blog post trends, I’ve taken a turn for the bizarre.  Flew out this morning to Indianapolis for a blogger event with Delta Faucet Company/Brizo Faucet to tour their headquarters, learn about the brands… and…

’cause you think I’m craay…

… stay alone (yes, all by myself – no kids!) in a fancy Marriott Renaissance Hotel…

Did I mention “no kids?”

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Fred and I packed up the boys and some quickie Dollar Store purchases and headed over to Amy’s and Chris’ after dinner tonight to celebrate a time-honored tradition in our friend group:  pranking the heck out of the newlyweds’ house.

This tradition started almost seven years ago when Fred and I got married.  It wasn’t our house that got it.  It was Fred’s car.  Aside from the usual painted messages and cans tied to the back…

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I type through bleary eyes.  Yesterday’s wedding was beautiful, but whew am I exhausted.  Can only imagine how the starring couple  is feeling.   Though they have a Carribean cruise to make up for it.  Yeah, no real sympathy here.

But as tiring as the day was, it was a fantastic one.  Spent most of it in close quarters with Amy, our youngest sister Lori and our friend Jocie – assembling centerpieces and bouteniers, getting Amy all ready for the ceremony, and then celebrating a marriage I, personally, have been hoping for since around the time of my own.  Yeah, a pretty great day.

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My little sister is getting married tomorrow (more on that later, I’m sure); and the biggest impression of that the twins have had so far is that it means they’ve had to shed the mohawks they’ve been sporting for the past few weeks.

A real sacrifice in their minds.

On the other hand, they’ve been totally diggin’ the attention they’ve gotten while getting measured for tuxes and then picking them up.  Read the rest of this entry

Since we’ve hit a lull in our home projects (I think of it as the eye of the “just wait till the kitchen cabinets come and we have THAT to do” storm), I’ve been trying to get to the pool every afternoon.  Want to 1)  justify the membership dues, and 2) keep the boys progressing in the water. 

Our first summer with them, they were terrified of getting IN (they “came with” an enormous water phobia when we adopted them), so we spent a lot of time on the stairs at first.

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I wrote a month ago about my first Hispanic baby shower. (And then went virtually blog-silent … home renovations have consumed almost all my time – sorry!) 

Well last night after our service, the Hispanic church headed over to visit Manuel, Ana, big sister Nicole, Tío (Uncle) Noe and the new baby, Alisson.  What a cutie!

Her middle name is Sohat (pronounced “soe-ahht,” the “h” is silent) which means “joy” or “blessing.”  Which, of course, the whole experience of getting to be friends with her family has been for me and mine!